The job was done, cleanly and smoothly.
In fact, there was a limit to what Gao Yi could do; he simply sold off the missile Shaman provided and then considered the operation concluded. As for how to wrap things up after poking a hole in the sky, he didn't bother.
"If the sky collapses, there must be someone tall to hold it up; if there's a hole, there must be someone capable to mend it. Gao Yi was only responsible for poking, not mending.
Next, Gao Yi only had one thing to do: settle the accounts.
And after clearing the accounts?
Gao Yi felt he could consider retiring.
He had made enough money, and although he didn't have much cash on hand, that wasn't really a problem. If Gao Yi wanted, a string of digits would immediately appear in his account—it was the kind that he definitely couldn't spend in a lifetime.
Not only could Gao Yi himself not spend it all, but neither could Feng Biao, Xianghua, or anyone else.
